In 2017 I wrote, "How we met twice in a lifetime..." from the moment he scribbled on my yellow notepad, I was smitten and I remain undeniably biased, Ken is my favorite writer. 

Finally trying out the iMovie app on my phone (old dog, new tricks...). This video, Fine art from sketches includes pages from my sketchbook (art-work created for University of Florida, Masters of Art in Art Education, Summer Sketchbook course 2014) and is dedicated to my husband & our parents, our children, and our community (near & far): thank you, thank you, thank you. I had a lot of help getting here. And I am grateful to be (still) figuring out life with all of you, all ages ...all are welcome. 

In the living room hung a single original work of art: pink blossoms, dark gray branches, a calm composition of nature's beauty, all hand-painted strokes of ink. I don't know where the painting is and any trace of it has disappeared.

​Growing up, I didn't know that my mother painted at some point before being a parent. And it was during her earlier years as a grandmother when she decided to tell me about the original piece in the living room. She spoke briefly about  technique and chose to say little else. I had hoped the moment would last a bit longer. 

Remembering when I first met Emily, it was May 2017 at Yankee Stadium with Casey wearing his Red Sox hat, celebrating graduation day - fun, beautiful, brave, happy, brilliant. With the warmth of their connection, I asked Casey about the design of their engagement ring and began working... sketching larger circles followed by smaller ones, playing with gold on white. 

Then, using the circle motif in "renewal" (2018), I began to paint: first in black (ink purchased in China); then, in gold with rings that reflected canvas no. 1 with no. 2, canvas no. 3 with no. 4. To balance the spaces between brush strokes, other elements were added: dried flowers (mother-daughter); a variety of red and green beads (Christmas); red pigment to stamp the Ho/Yang chinese characters on rice paper (art signed GYang); white and violet (NYU colors); yellow and blue to make green (the color of Emily and Casey's couch). Four pieces, each entitled, "engaged" -- art elements, moments with loved ones, memories we share -- apart/together, awaiting new stories to be told. 

This morning, Ken pinged my whatsApp with a NYT article; in brief, they ran the presses to say the institution of marriage is fading. I messaged him back our usual, 1234 before taking the next few minutes to read the news. Which brings me here, how far back do I go. ​

Seven months and 7 days after our first date. In the winter of 1990, the proposal of marriage did not happen by tradition. Quiet, cold, evening - just the two of us. He said, I want to spend my life with you. Me, what?!  Then, flowing with the spontaneity of the moment, he gave me an invisible ring as a place holder. After it skipped a beat or two, I gave him my heart. Me, Yes!  Three years later, the wedding took place only because we canceled the elopement. More recently, I lost the heart-shaped diamond that sat squarely on my engagement ring. We searched everywhere. I crawled on the kitchen floor and did not find it. No diamond would ever measure up to invisible. ​

Sometimes I like to say, I married up. And, according to the NYT article, we got a license with tax benefits as part of the deal. Commitment is about Up’s and all the Down’s. It’s an affair of the heart with aches and pains that leave cracks, chips, broken pieces that we try to repair every chance we get. It’s more than just, I do. It’s often times about, we will. Live, love, cherish this chance at life. You are and will be my one and only forever. ​

As we approach the end of our renovation project, the one person who has stood by my side is still here. Long before the purchase of our property at 121 Vance Street (Clinton, NC) in June of 2019, we promised to spend our life together. In sickness and in health, the journey continues. Onward, peeps ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Younger me believed in keeping my birth name as I grew into adulthood. I imagined my medical degree, white lab coat, name tags... the usual identifiers labeled with "Dr. Ho" in honor of my family. At 21, I had not planned on finding a friend who would embrace what it means to keep my family name. As a tribute to us, I sign all art-work GYang - a reflection of me, Ken and our life together.

In the art world, consider the name given to a painting; the title, even when labeled "untitled" suggests something about the work. Each painting holds stories not only about the art and its artist, but also stories imagined by its viewers. The deeper impact, beauty and wonder exist in these stories that live beyond the title and visual first impressions. 

​So when we meet, after that first, "hello, my name is..." I hope to have the chance to swap stories. It's about understanding who we are, what we don't know, how we care for one another and choose to be together... imagine the stories we share. 

​Dedicated to strangers, the ones unafraid to walk this path with me, with us
-- Asian Americans & Pacific Islanders --
​it's worth repeating, ​Thank You. 

​As winter approaches, I’ll continue to take breaks from extraordinary. Look and listen in spaces without noise. Be curious. Choose from my stacks of favorites. Read. Explore new ideas. Learn. Make art. And hope you’ll find joy, perhaps even in something blue. 

View process photos for #BLUE series, updated in Gallery. 

Please continue to take care, be safe, stay well and mask up. 

With deepest gratitude and love, this is dedicated to Dad (R.I.P. Sept. 2019) and Mom
​...married 50+ years today. 
​
#becauseARTmatters ❤️

As an artist, my work reflects life. 
As a retired family physician, my mission to serve people 
from different walks of life remains a purpose.
Amid the pain, suffering, dying and deaths, my heart aches for humanity.
​I remain hopeful for better times when I see small and big acts of kindness
happening in neighborhoods, communities, nations ...all over the world.
Healing takes time. 

** We're asking for patience & kindness from our community and wishing our 121 Vance Street project partners much luck with the start of demolition soon. ** 

Around 7am this morning, Ken took this photo on his way to work. By itself, it's a photo of a dumpster in a vacant parking lot, a quiet moment in downtown Clinton, NC. For me, seeing this photo, I'm hopeful for a brighter future.

I'm also feeling nervous, scared, sad and praying for the safety and health of everyone.

I'm saddened by the many lives lost and impacted by Covid19 and SARS-CoV-2. 

I'm relying on experiences of past critical public health events that Ken and I have shared, working together in medicine and health care. And this reminds us, we're a couple of science geeks.

I'm trying to stay positive during this global pandemic.

I'm holding onto small & big sources of joy.

I'm making art.

I'm feeling lucky to have another day.
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​And I'm happy to see Ken come home at the end of each day. Our kids make me laugh and smile, always. 

** We are grateful to have the love and support of family, friends, and a wonderful community. We miss seeing everyone. We're here, if there's anything we can possibly do for you. **

Please continue to take care of one another and stay well ❤️
** Grace & Ken ** 

To all the naysayers in my past...
I have dreamed, prepared, and set real life goals to get here.
I work hard, earn my keep
and I'm careful with what I earn.
I'm a bit exhausted, sometimes frustrated,
often times filled with joy and extremely grateful 
for each person who knows. 

As I look to the future, I'm taking this moment 
to celebrate my love affair with art.
Happy Valentine's Day.
I love what I do.
It hasn't been easy.
But it has been fun, exciting, and deeply exhilarating ​
to defy all the naysayers who don't believe.

​I am an artist ...because art matters ❤️

I'll be using these flowers, collected and dried over the last few years.
They reflect life events: births, weddings, anniversaries, friendships and deaths. 

No matter where you are between young and old, begin with a good hardcover sketchbook. Gather basic art supplies: pencils, pens, markers, pastels, paints, etc. ...and tape, glue, whatever else you'd like to experiment with.  Then, consider these starting tips:

• Explore new sources for ideas such as murals & street art, museums & galleries, shops & storefronts, books & magazines, etc. 
• ​Observe with all your senses. For example, translate the sound of waves using lines, colors, shapes, texture, etc.
• Put pencil (pen, marker, pastels...) to paper.
• If it looks messy, look at it again; continue sketching until it's finished.
• Make new marks, drips, smudges and mistakes; use erasers sparingly.
• Draw freely. If you must, copy as a learning technique somewhere else.
• Keep working: start a new page.
• Own your work: sign and date each page (and eventual canvas, sculpture, art-work). 
• Learn from other artists but never copy their work. Show and earn respect for originality.
• Be yourself and stay focused on the work. ​

​​Soon enough, sketch-filled pages become sequential books reflecting work rooted in passion, discipline and dedication. With time your sketches will spawn new works of art. ​